CHAPTER 1
Pretty Penny Lane knew her hair was in a mess but that wasn't the only thing in a mess. Her grandfather, after her father's tragic death, had appointed her chief executive of the company and had given her three months to turn it back into profitability otherwise he'd close it down and sell the building.
After five weeks Penny knew the company under her direction was actually losing ground. It was her fault, she knew that; the problem was she didn't know what she was doing. She hadn't a clue.
In growing frustration Penny left her office. She found a spare seat in a crowded café and sat down for coffee and a cookie, asking the guy finishing if he'd mind sharing. Not giving him time to answer, she said brightly, "Thank you for your hospitality."
He grinned.
She ate in silence but couldn't bear that so said, "Do you live here or are you passing through?"
"Involuntarily staying I believe. I was passing through by my car has developed a terminal knock in its bowels."
"Oh really. I wasn't aware motor vehicles had bowels?"
"Well I won't be accurate in terminology because motors are not my forte."
Penny thought 'forte' was a sophisticated word for a tramp. "Oh, so what is your forte?"
"I'm crossing the country on vacation. Normally I work when I find work, I'm curiously known as a business analyst. I say curious because the reality is no one really knows much about business. Whimsical demand, chance opportunity and risk-taking drive entrepreneurial- linked business. Know what I mean?"
"I'm quite sure I have only the vaguest idea of what you are talking about."
He grinned. "You are bluntly honest for a woman."
Penny decided to play. "How dare you insult me like that?"
The guy looked around in alarm as in fear of reprisals for alleged molestation and said he was sorry and asked how could he make it up to her?
"What? Are you humorless? You were rude about me and I countered aggressively or in your book aren't women allowed to do that?"
"I am terrible confused."
"Yes and that would be understandable from anyone with a terminal knock in their bowels -- er, of their vehicle. Have you anywhere to stay?"
"Not yet."
Penny said then she invited him to stay with her and her mother.
"B-but you don't know me?"
Penny laughed and said that was scarcely surprising. He was passing through and he'd not introduced himself.
"I'm Darcy Tanner."
"Hi Darcy, I'm Penny Lane. I am chief executive of a company with suspected terminal knocking in its bowls. This could be your lucky day if you decide to help out."
Vera Lane looked rather doubtfully at the scruffy man her daughter had brought home to sleep the night.
"I'm not sure about this young man. We don't know you."
He grinned and said he was taking a risk because he didn't know her. That rang Vera's bell and she smiled.
"Well at least you have humor."
"I didn't think he did ma."
"Oh god then we can't have you sleeping here."
"Can it mom. We can't throw him out. He has a terminal knock in his bowels."
"Oh dear," Vera said, reaching for the jar on the window sill. "I'll take your temperature and fetch my medical encyclopedia. We must get you off to bed."
The temperature was normal and there was no mention of terminal bowel knock in the encyclopedia. Vera sighed and said, "Well since Penny has put on extra meat and vegetables for you and you look settled I guess you better stay and we'll keep you under observation."
Darcy was placed in the guestroom opposite the snoring Vera. During the night he attempted to reach pretty Penny in her attic bedroom but was beaten back, very red-faced, by the enormous creaks in the stairs. He lay awake for a while holding his erection and grinned. Mother and daughter appeared mentally left of center but they had been very entertaining and indeed two of the liveliest and entertaining people he'd met since setting out on vacation a fortnight ago. He decided he liked them and would try to help out Penny who said she had business difficulties.
A knock on his partly opened door awoke Darcy and for a second he'd thought he'd died overnight. Standing before him, golden hair out in all directions, an angelic smile and holding a cup of coffee was Penny, clad in a ridiculous inadequate shortie nightie that clearly showed her cute pointy breasts and a bulge that clearly was shaven.
"Good morning," she said brightly. "Survived the visitation by mother during the night?"
Darcy's mouth fell open in shock and his vocal production assembly began the denial when he fell silent weakly and grinned. "Good morning, Miss Lane. Over-brimming with humor this early in the morning I see."
"You probably can see a lot more than my mom would like but it's a lovely way for a guy to start the day I assume. We eat at 7:00. Daddy always had us up and eating grits at 7:00 because he grew up that way."
"I see. Where's daddy?"
"In the blue box on the mantelpiece in the kitchen. He overdosed on laxatives and no one found him in time. He was a shadow of himself when cremated."
Darcy took the coffee, stupefied.
Vera had already packed a lunchbox for Darcy. "Would you like roast duck or pasta for dinner Darcy?"
"Will I be here for dinner?"
"You are our houseguest until you help Penny sort out of business darling. Now no shirking or running off."
Penny came in with her hair done and wearing makeup.
Darcy swallowed hugely.
She smiled and winked.
Darcy doubled checked his seatbelt and sat fearfully, holding on to the passenger grab. He recognized the pickup was the 400hp model. But Penny drove sedately and probably smoother than he did. She chatted like a bird separated from the Dawn Chorus and in need of company. Darcy's mind wandered when he thought of what else she may be in need.
"Looking forward to being back at work -- I'll pay your fees," she said brightly, hitching up her skirt and scratching an itch inner mid-thigh.
"Er, what's the nature of your business?" Darcy said, attempting to get his mind back in neutral.
Penny said trying to make money.
"Er..."
"Our product lines are protective clothing, principally wet-weather gear."
"Ah, you are contracted to supply local authorities and Government agencies, hopefully the military?"
"No longer. The competition forced us out of markets established in those sectors by my grandfather and before him his father."
"Ohmigod, you are confined to retail. There is little chance of your survival."
Penny snapped a little irritably, "That's what daddy spent his time finding out and now I have been appointed to oversee the end."
"You unlucky bitch. You are so cute. You deserve better than that."
The tear running down Penny's cheek almost broke Darcy's heart.
They were stopped at traffic lights, first in line. He said thoughtfully, "I did say there was little chance of survival. Where there's a will there's usually a way. Perhaps by working together we can return to profitability."
"You really think so?"
"Dunno but it's worth a try."
Penny gave him a stunning smile and then looked around at the two young guys beside them in a hot Japanese coupé, the gas pedal strumming the noisy motor.
The lights changed.
Penny yelled 'Yahooooooo!"
And they zoomed forward, leaving the coupe-kids fading in their rear.
"Penny!" choked Darcy.
"Oh yeah," she smiled, returning to sedate driving under heavy braking. Darcy turned and saw a cop car a quarter of a mile back pulling over the coupé -kids. He grinned: another injustice being done and then thought perhaps the vehicle had been stolen.
The plant was the usual ugly squat slab of metal with the admin building pitching a level higher. At least that would sell for a good price if the company folded because right now it was much cheaper to buy industrial real estate than to build it.
They spent the day touring the offices and plant, Penny introducing Darcy to key people and showing him the production lines and Darcy having systems explained. Darcy could see the thirty-two-year old was hugely popular and guessed many of the workforce would be descendants of people who'd worked for her great-grandfather. That can happen in smaller cities and towns. It was unusual to see a boss being held in such genuine affection and judged Penny had won their respect through sheer personality. No way could she be called competent. She really didn't appear to know much about anything within the business but she was awesome in interrelating to people. Sales and marketing, he smiled inwardly. She'd be awesome.
At dinner that night in the huge kitchen when Vera said grace Darcy noticed the two women look briefly at the blue box on the mantelpiece. He shivered. Oh fuck, they believed Danny was looking at them, watching to see them enjoy their food. He felt a great desire to run. However, after a couple of more wines he felt rather more relaxed, looked at the blue box and winked at it.
Darcy spent some time observing Vera and learned she'd spent all her life since seventeen until Danny's death working at the plant.
"What doing?"
"Oh, the usual stuff. The coffee trolley, bathroom cleaning and then promotion to cutting out and then learning to become a machinist. That sort of thing."